st room； which now belonged to
Aaron。 ？Get in here。 Where have you been？？
？Hold on；？ Blair called。 She pulled off her light blue duffle coat and hung it up in the coat closet。
She didn？t really feel like explaining her drastic new look to Serena and Aaron while they were
sitting around in their underwear or something equally nauseating； but she didn？t see how she
could get out of it。 If she ignored them； they？d soon be banging her door down； bouncing up and
down on her bed； and demanding her attention like immature imbeciles。
The smell of herbal cigarette smoke wafted out into the hall。 ？Hey；？ she called； standing outside
the half…opened door。
？e on in；？ Aaron slurred。 After two glasses of Dom Perignon he was already tipsy。 ？We？re
having a party。？
Blair pushed open the door。 The room had been redecorated for Aaron in shades of aubergine and
cerulean； with funky fifties gray metal shutters in the windows instead of curtains and giant vinyl
beanbag chairs on the floor to lounge around on。 The woven organic hemp mat covering the
hardwood floor was littered with CD cases； puter games； DVDs； music magazines； and library
books about Jamaican Rasta culture and the evils of the meat industry。 Serena and Aaron were
sitting on the disheveled Edwardian four…poster bed； drinking champagne out of her mother？s best
crystal flutes；in their underwear ； just as Blair had predicted。 Actually； Serena was wearing one of
Aaron？s oversized hunter green BRONXDALEATHLETICT…shirts； with her white satin La Perla
panties peeking out from underneath it。
Well； at least it wasnice underwear。
Blair was about to ask what the big occasion was when Serena blu